Infinitely Losing My Edge

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Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liberia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.

I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lightning Bolt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.

But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.

I'm losing my edge.

I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.

All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

Silicon Teens, Shuggie Otis, Fad Gadget, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Sarah Menescal, John Lydon, Todd Rundgren, Nik Kershaw, Bluetip, David Bowie, Cameo, Zero Boys, Larry & the Blue Notes, Lakeside, Malaria!, Johnny Clarke, Lightning Bolt, Magma, Dennis Brown, The Toasters, Jerry's Kids, The Count Five, A Flock of Seagulls, Camberwell Now, The Gap Band, The Fuzztones, David Axelrod, The Evens, The Moody Blues, The Shadows of Knight, Buzzcocks, Second Layer, Darondo, Ajijia Myrayebe, Laurel Aitken, The J.B.'s, Country Teasers, In Retrospect, Flash Fearless, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Eric Copeland, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, the Normal, Bob Dylan, The Pretty Things, Y Pants, Black Pus, Ponytail, Lou Reed & John Cale, Minutemen, Nas, Bobbi Humphrey, Television, Davy DMX, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Gian Franco Pienzio, Ohio Players, World's Most, Hardrive, Hasil Adkins, The Leaves, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.

You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)